“I know it wasn’t what you wanted. But I would have had everything in the world with you. All of it. All my days, and all my nights, all my—” She swallows whatever word comes to her. It’s a bastard, homemade version of the Callish wedding vows. I know, because this morning I saw them written out when I signed the dotted line alone and told myself it was a question of property and inheritance even as I wished she was there with me and couldn’t remember why she wasn’t. I remind myself now: Because other vows come first. I set my lips against hers to stop her making new ones and feel her breath
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